I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.

I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.

In my last blog post on December 25, 2016, I said, “sometimes life strangles you with challenges you never in your dreams would expect to encounter.”

I love challenges. They keep boredom at bay and fuel my resolve. But Lord — it would be perfectly acceptable if sleep, or lack thereof, would not be part of your plan for me. Finding time for sleep seems to be my greatest challenge.

And here is the best aspect of my challenges. I have been offered more responsibility and projects in the workplace and have become more familiar with terms such as “procurement” and “guaranteed energy savings” and “HVAC setbacks.” I find it unreasonably intriguing.

What of the 100 Half Project? It’s still on and I’m at crest the of reaching half marathon #85. But my promised goal to reach 100 half marathons in 2017 will linger into 2018 — and reality has forced me to borrow the infamous Jack Berger post-it note line. I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.